Body Count - Body Count lyrics

[Intro: TV Interviewer] Ice-T, after your tremendous success on your past album Some have said; you have sold out Because of the use of rock'n'roll in your music How do you reply to that? [Ice-T replying] You see, a lotta people don't realize that, you know Rock'N'Roll is truly black music It was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard Even black people like that, who started it off back in the day You know, and as far as I'm concerned music is music I don't look at it as Rock or R&B all that kind of stuff I just look at it as music, you know And anybody who said that I've sold out, they can basically s** my dick Cause I really don't give a f** about that sh**, you know But uhh.. I do what I like, I happen to like Rock'N'Roll And uhh.. I feel sorry for anybody who only listens to one form of music You know, right now, I got my own Rock band, it's got to jump off It's really black hardcore band called Body Count And uhh.. on some of the records I'm like laying some vocals on it And uhh.. I got a tape of it right here, yo, check it out [Song's Intro: Ice-T] You know, sometimes I sit at home, you know, and I watch TV And I wonder what would be like to live in some place like You know, The Cosby Show, Ozzie and Harriet You know, where Cops come and got your cat outta the tree All your friends died at old age But you see.. I live in South Central, Los Angeles And unfortunately... sh*t AIN'T LIKE THAT!! It's real f**ed up! [Verse One: Ice-T] God damn, what a brother gotta do To get a message through To the red and white and blue What? I gotta die before you realize I was a brother with opened eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne And I'm living in black reign You try to ban the A.K I got ten of them stashed With a case of hand grenades [Hook: Body Count] (Tell us what to do?) f** you! (Tell us what to do?) f** you! (Tell us what to do?) f** you! (Tell us what to do?) f** you! [Verse Two: Ice-T] You'd know what to do If your kid got k**ed on the way to school Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard sh** would hit the fan motherf**er and it will hit real hard I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts, on with the Body Count [Break: Ice-T] Yo Beatmaster V, take these motherf**ers to South Central Ha ha ha, yeah, f** that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts, on with the Body Count Last weekend thirty seven kids k**ed in gang warfare in my back yard NO!!, NO!!, NO!! Yo Ernie C, take these motherf**ers home, yeah Yo, we're in the house, Body Count fool, 1991 motherf**er I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts, on with the Body Count [Verse Three: Ice-T] God damn what a brother gotta do To get a message through To the red and white and you? What? I gotta die before you realize I was a n***a with opened eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne And I'm living in black reign Don't you hear the guns? You stupid, dumb, dick s**ing, bum politicians!! [Hook: Body Count] (Tell us what to do?) f** you! (Tell us what to do?) f** you! [Outro: Ice-T] The tension mounts...